Harley (dieting for three days): If I don’t eat something that’s not celery… I’m going to snap.
Her eyes darted to Jason, who was savoring a cheeseburger. He chewed slowly, oblivious to Harley’s hungry gaze fixed on him. She smacked her lips staring at the burger he tried to hide his meal.
Harley: Give me that cheeseburger!
With a burst of energy, Harley pounced on Jason, knocking them both to the ground as she wrestled him for the burger while he tried to crawl away, pushing her back.
Jason: I spent a lot of money on this!
Harley: Let me have at least one bun!
Jason: Just stop dieting already! You look fine!
Artemis (sarcastically, while cleaning a gun): Oh sure, because that’s going to fix everything.
Jason: Why did you decide to diet during a mission?!
Harley (attempting to swipe the burger away): I have to go to an awards show; just let me have a bit!
Roy (while reading): Harley, you have to fight the urges.
Artemis: You should know—
Roy: Don’t finish that sentence.
Jason, being dragged away while holding the burger, pleaded for help.
Jason: Could one of you help me?!
Bizarro walked over to the scuffle, effortlessly lifting Harley as if she were a backpack and shoving Jason's burger into her mouth.
Bizarro: It’s not a veggie burger, as well.
Harley (with her mouth full): Good lookin' out, buddy.
Bruce, accidentally overhearing Damian and Jason talking:
Damian: "Why are half of father's childhood friends evil now?"
Jason: "Bruce has that effect on people."
Damian, scoffing: "Maybe. It's hard to even imagine what Father’s childhood was like."
Bruce, about to chime in:
Jason: "Considering I found his annotated copies of the Sherlock Holmes books, I can tell you now it was pretty boring."
Bruce: *turns off the comms*
Someone mildly inconveniences Tim and his phone immediately dings twice
Jason, 2:34PM: yo do you want me to kill them
Ra’s, 2:34PM: What manner of dispatch would you prefer for your foe?
Divorced dads Optimus and Megatron have to spend Christmas together for their sons. Chaos ensues.
Bruce, who has a problem expressing emotions because he was teased for them in school as the "crazy Wayne kid"
Bruce, who used to clutch Alfred at night and wet himself due to his nightmares.
Bruce, who got flashbacks till his mid-twenties everytime he walked down an alley.
Bruce, who would hug a weeping Dick Grayson and stay with him until the night terrors were over, humming a soft lullaby that Bruce's mother sang for him
Bruce, who hardened his mouth and his life to keep the anger in check after Jason, because he knew if he didn't every criminal would pay.
Bruce, who sees Damian chopping up shrubbery and thinks "I was far worse as a child inside, it's a good thing he's letting it out"
Bruce, who can't walk by a homeless child in the street without calling his special Wayne Foundation liaison (who he keeps on speed dial) and asking her to find "one more spot"
Bruce, who sees Selina petting kittens and robbing the rich and thinks "if I could have had a life with her, that would have been nice"
Bruce, who looks at Cass' x-rays and sees her knit bones and swears to god he will break the bones of whoever's responsible for her upbringing
Bruce, who gives Tim projects that he himself can do faster because he sees attention-starved Tim trying to please him
Bruce, who looks at Clark smiling and thinks of what he can buy for his birthday to make him smile just like that.
Bruce to his parents in their graves after not being able to catch a criminal: I'm sorry. I've failed you. I'll try harder.
People who don't know Bruce: why is that man so unfeeling.
Bad DC writers: idk just that way i guess
Bruce only kept the Batmobile as a name because Dick would refuse to call it anything else and Alfred enabled him in the days before the car had an autopilot, asking Bruce which car over and over and listing all their luxury cars alphabetically until Bruce gave into the name.
*looking at a picture of robin!dick on top of batman crying at a joker who didnt even doing anything yet*
Jason: BAHAHAHA
Dick: WHAT?!?! I was afraid of clowns! Sue me!
Tim: .....you LIVED at the CIRCUS!
Adorable
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Thank you for answering my question, Chancellor. I do agree that it takes alot of precision to work with adventurers, I myself rarely work with my fellow adventurers outside of delving into particularly dangerous tasks that I can't handle alone. The dragons roaming Elsweyr in particular come to mind. I would like to ask what adventurers you prefer to work with. Personally I have no preference, any skill in combat is useful when fighting the dangerous beasts roaming Tamriels wilds. But I wish to know your preference.
Hello Chancellor, I would like to ask what you think of the many adventurers you have encountered over your life, I know I personally have encountered many and worked with more then a few of them.
Adventurers are in their nature like spells.
A couple of years back I've spent several weeks in the Reach, partially for research, partially as a vacation from the Tower politics, partially to clean up something for Moricar. Not the point.
The point is that my (mostly local) companions and I had to get into a set of dwemer ruins preferably undetected, but in the valley in front of us two entire clans decided to have a fight. And that dragged on, as they were on par with each other and wanted to wait until their opponent's defense lapses.
It was summer, so the weather was not on our side - bright, clear air, not anything favoring stealth. So I've decided to help the situation a little and conjure a mist in the entire valley. Now, I am a Battlemage, so things like weather magic I've gained mostly by self-study rather than being actually trained in it. Thus measly mist required my absolute concentration.
It all was fine until I sneezed and then a tornado tore its way through the valley, leaving fleeing panicked Reachmen in its wake. Granted, I am Abnur Tharn, I just put on my best "I meant to do that" face and we went along our way, now that it was free of obstacles.
But the moral of this story is that working with adventurers is like weaving spells. It requires utmost precision. And strong liver.
Every time I see one of the “Bruce Wayne collects orphans” or “where does Batman get all these children???” jokes, I get this little ping in my head because, yes, it is a good joke, very funny, bonus points if it’s other characters trying and failing to combine Broody McBroodface with Tired DadTM. But also…
I just can’t shake the conviction that no one is as baffled and bewildered by his ever increasing number of children than Bruce Wayne himself.
Like, this man clearly never intended to be a dad. He is Vengeance and Justice Committed to The Mission. Kids don’t factor into that. And to that point, it’s worth noting that none of his kids were premeditated. At no point has Bruce ever thought “maybe I want a(nother) kid.” They just sorta…happen. And not even in the usual way! (Mostly)
Like, Dick? Bruce wasn’t going “orphan shopping.” He went to the circus to to relax for once in his godforsaken life and wow, would you look at that, a vivid recreation of his own trauma and, oh, who’s this kid Batman keeps running into on patrol, wait, this is the same kid?! Whoops, I guess I’m raising this kid now, Alfred how do you raise a kid!?!
Jason? Yeah, Bruce was just doing his usual Batman thing when he ran into a homeless kid and somehow got too attached. Tim just showed up one day and said, “hi, I’m your kid now, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” (Really. you can’t stop me). Damien basically did the same thing, only with more stabbing. Cass…?? Stephanie????!!
(Bruce googling in the middle of the night: Is it normal to adopt your son’s ex-girlfriend?? Or did she adopt me??? Giving a kid an unlimited credit card and vigilante training counts as adoption, right??)
Point is, these kids just…show up, needing help, and somehow, for reasons that defy all logic, Bruce is the adult best equipped to help them. And yeah, Bruce never intended to adopt a kid (…or seven) and, no, he doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing, but these kids need him so he takes them in and does His Best because he’s the one who can.
Which is all to say, I think we should see far more conversations re: Finding out Batman has approx. 5 million kids that go like this
Someone: What? Do crime-fighting orphans, just like…crawl out of the woodwork around you? Bruce, exasperated and visibly stressed: yeah, BASICALLY.